A todos nos gusta recordar las canciones con las cuales nuestra madre nos arrullaba o aquellas que contábamos cuando éramos niños. Pero tal vez quieras olvidar una de ellas después de leer esta historia.
Hermanos de Hive, gracias por la bienvenida, desde mi experiencia iré contando desde la realidad y la ficción algunas historias de terror. Inicio mi recorrido con una ficción, esperemos llegué a ser una serie jejej.
A nice nursery rhyme.
We all like to remember the songs our mother used to lull us to sleep with or the songs we used to sing when we were children. But you may want to forget one of them after reading this story.
On a beautiful sunset I was walking through the woods and entered an old house made of boards, impoverished by misery, garbage, and a few rats prowling the ceiling beams and the kitchen pots, and there she was, Sofia at least that was the name that was written on an old portrait of her hanging on the wall, she was a girl about 4 years old, somewhat disheveled, her dress dirty enough to make us understand that she has been alone for a long time.
I was worried because it was already getting dark, but I was shocked by such a depressing scene. When she looked at me with a tender look and a twisted smile, she told me with a very subtle tone of voice, as if she was an angel speaking: "it's time to play". At that moment I looked at her with distrust and asked myself: "what is a creature of her age doing in the middle of the forest in a lonely and depressing house".
When I looked back at the girl, keeping a prudent distance, I noticed that she was sitting on the floor hugging a filthy stuffed animal from which some worms and cockroaches were coming out. She turned to me once again and said "let's sing a song". I kept silent while the air was getting colder and colder, but I was still sweating profusely.
Her thin, sweet voice resembling angels began to sing the song "let's play in the woods while the wolf is gone". Her lost look and twisted laughter gave me to understand that something bad was happening. At the end of that disturbing verse, he repeated over and over again, "Wolf is not here? Wolf is not here? Wolf is not here? And it started again "Let's play in the forest while the wolf is gone.
I slowly approached to see how I could help, my heart was racing in that tense situation, the air was getting colder and colder with an intolerable smell emanating from the stuffed animal and the house in general.
The girl with an inhuman jump managed to get away from me again, to my surprise she was standing only on her two big toes, she seemed to float and started to laugh again, a somewhat chilling laugh, with one hand she was still holding the stuffed animal and with the other she was pointing to the window that was facing the darkest part of the forest. Suddenly he began to spin on his toes like the toy dancers and again the song "let's play in the forest while the wolf is not there" and I wondered, do you know where the wolf is? why the wolf is not there?
With bated breath, sweating and shivering from the cold, I answered, "I don't know where the wolf is. And I asked her "Do you know where he has gone?
Brothers of Hive, thanks for the welcome, from my experience I will be telling from reality and fiction some horror stories. I start my journey with a fiction, hopefully I became a series jejej.
Translator
Fuentes fotográficas
Lobo
Casa bosque
Niña
Niña peluche
Casa